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Smithsonian Anthology of Hip-Hop and Rap
Disc 1
01. King Tim III (Personality Jock)
02. Rapper’s Delight (7″ single version)
03. Funk You Up (12″ single, short version)
04. The Breaks
05. That’s the Joint
06. Monster Jam
07. The Body Rock
08. Rapture
09. The Adventures of Grandmaster Flash on the Wheels of Steel
10. Planet Rock
Disc 2
01. The Message
02. Rockin’ It
03. Punk Rock Rap
04. Rockit
05. Looking for the Perfect Beat
06. It’s Like That
07. Friends
08. Fresh, Wild, Fly and Bold
09. It’s Yours (12″ radio mix)
10. Hey DJ (original 12″ mix)
11. Jam On It
12. Roxanne, Roxanne
Disc 3
01. Roxanne’s Revenge
02. Fat Boys
03. La‐di‐da‐di
04. I Can’t Live Without My Radio
05. P.S.K. ‘What Does It Mean’?
06. Walk This Way
07. Paul Revere
08. Ego Tripping
09. 6 ’n the Mornin’
10. How Ya Like Me Now
11. I Need Love
12. Eric B. Is President
13. King of the Beats
Disc 4
01. A.F.R.I.C.A.
02. Parents Just Don’t Understand
03. Top Billin’
04. Lyte as a Rock
05. Raw
06. The Symphony
07. I Cram to Understand U (Sam)
08. Wild Thing
09. It Takes Two
10. I’ll House You
11. Fuck tha Police
12. Fight the Power
13. Self Destruction
14. Life Is… Too Short
15. Children’s Story
16. The Gas Face (radio edit)
Disc 5
01. Ladies First
02. Bring the Noise
03. Me Myself and I (remastered single version)
04. Just a Friend
05. It’s Funky Enough
06. Me So Horny
07. The Humpty Dance
08. U Can’t Touch This
09. Ice Ice Baby
10. All for One
11. Mind Playing Tricks on Me
12. Scenario (LP mix)
13. The Choice Is Yours
14. Let’s Talk About Sex
15. You Can’t Play With My Yo‐Yo
16. O.P.P.
Disc 6
01. Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang
02. It Was a Good Day
03. Baby Got Back
04. Tennessee
05. Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat)
06. Jump Around
07. I Got a Man
08. They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)
09. Pocket Full of Stones
10. C.R.E.A.M.
11. Insane in the Brain (radio edit)
12. Passin’ Me By
13. Comin’ Out Hard
14. I Used to Love H.E.R.
15. Funkdafied
16. N.Y. State of Mind
17. Flava in Ya Ear (remix)
Disc 7
01. Sabotage
02. Juicy
03. DWYCK
04. Regulate
05. Murder Was the Case
06. Sprinkle Me
07. Cell Therapy
08. Gangsta’s Paradise
09. Dear Mama
10. Shook Ones, Part 2
11. I’ll Be There for You / You’re All I Need to Get By (Razor Sharp mix)
12. I’ll Be
13. No Time
14. Tha Crossroads
15. Triumph
16. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
17. Make ’Em Say Uhh!
Disc 8
01. The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)
02. Doo Wop (That Thing)
03. Ruff Ryders’ Anthem
04. The Next Movement
05. Mathematics
06. Bling Bling
07. Hip‐Hop
08. Stan
09. Ms. Jackson
10. Country Grammar (Hot Shit)
11. Southern Hospitality
12. One Mic
13. In da Club
14. Get Low
Disc 9
01. Black Girl Pain
02. Jesus Walks
03. Stay Fly
04. Hustlin’
05. Hop‐Hop Saved My Life
06. My President
07. Get Like Me
08. Tie My Hands
09. Exhibit C
10. Super Bass
11. Thrift Shop
12. Crooked Smile
13. Blood on the Leaves
14. Started from the Bottom
6 'N the mornin' police at my door
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor
Out of my back window I make a escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my old school tape

Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand
Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand

I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats
But just livin' in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the cops wanted, didn't have time to ask

Seen my homeboys coolin' way, way out
Told 'em bout my mornin' cold bugged' em out
Shot a little dice until my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories 'bout the night before

Posed to the corner where the fly girls chill
Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill
She started actin' stupid simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit

As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street
But just livin' in the city a serious task
Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask

Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior
Rollin' in a blazer with a louie interior
Solid gold the ride was raw
Bust a left turn was on Crenshaw

Sean-e-sean was the driver known to give freaks hell
Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell
Looked in the mirror what did we see?
Fuckin' blue lights L. A. P.D.

Pigs searched our car, their day was made
Found Uzi, forty-four and a hand grenade
Threw us in the county high power block
No freaks to see no beats to rock

Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly
Squabbled with this sucker shanked 'em in the eye
But just livin' in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened, didn't have time to ask

Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later but still had the juice
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up on the track
Told me E's rollin' Villain, BJ's got the sack

Bruce is a giant, Nat C's clockin' dough
Be bop's a pimp, my old freaks a hoe
The batter rams rollin', rocks are the thing
Life has no meaning and money is king

Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin
He said, "Man you out early we thought you got ten"
Opened up his safe kicked me down with cold cash
Knew I would get busy, he didn't waste time to ask

I bought a Benz with the money the rest went on clothes
Went to the strip started pimpin' the hoes
My hair grew long on my seven year stay
When I got it done on my shoulders it lay

Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
I didn't want trouble but the shit had to start
Out with my crew some ounks got loud
Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd

Six punks hit two punks died
All causalities were applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We didn't know who they were, no one had the time to ask

Swat team leader yelled hit the floor
Reached in my pocket pulled my forty-four
Dove across the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto

Out the back door like some damn track stars
Broke down an alley jumped into a car
Suckers didn't even see us they musta been blind
Black wire touched red the car was mine

We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot
Hit the first turn goddamn road block
Broke through the block and we did it fast
Cops wouldn't shot us on sight, they wouldn't took time to ask

The rollers gave chase at a serious speed
One more conviction was all I need
This shit was for real, this was no la-di-da-di
'Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody

And me and my crew we were known to get ill
We carried heat for protection but not to kill
We bust a corner doin' sixty one police car spun
And all I was thinkin' was murder one

Bust a move into an alley and did it right
And me and my crew we're gone into the night
Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath
She didn't even know what happened, didn't care, didn't ask

We made love like crazy on top of the sheets
This girlie was my worlie a natural freak
She ran her tongue over each and every part of me
Then she rocked my Amadeus while I watched TV

A technican with a mission that's what she was
If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause
This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done
The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come

Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor
Had me beggin' to stop while I was screamin' for more
After she waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her lovin' was deaf, she didn't waste time to ask

Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell
Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell
Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G.
Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T

Ring on my mobile yes celluar
Got to have a phone when I'm in my car
Was my homeboy Red, some say he's insane
Broke his bitch jaw for smokin' came

Told me to meet him at the airport
Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court
Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash
He didn't know where we were going, didn't care, didn't ask

Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he
Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C.
Called up my posse when I got there
Hit the Latin qarter Union Square

Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed
Back doored the Palladium just for class
About four am we crashed the deuce
We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice

Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads
Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead
It sounded like it happened with a mac ten blast
But it was 6 'N the mornin', we didn't wake up to ask